Escutcheon grit his teeth as the potion mended his bones. The bile tasting potions may have had the same result as Zecora's potions, but the pain of potion taking effect was just as bad as the pain of the broken bones. He threw his saddle bags back onto his back put the poker into the fire. He kept his eyes on the front door. The regeneration magic on the house had already made the door as good as new. He waited watching the door as the poker started to glow. His ears perked up a bang sound that came from behind him. He turned his head, and saw the wall shack as another bang resounded through the house.
He jumped grabbing the orange hot poker in his golden aura, as her ran for the stairs. He leapt past the first two steps, as the creatures broke down the wall, and ruble poured into the first floor room. One of the creatures started charging after him, as he quickly scrambled up the stairs. The poker swinging blindly behind him.
"Get away! Get back!" He swung the orange glowing poker back and forth at the advancing shrimp being sure to stay out of range of it's claws. "Take this." He thrust the poker into the belly of the creature the hot metal bent as it hit what was suppose to be the weakest part of the creature armor. "You've got to be kidding me." His ears flopped back as the creature advanced against him. Crud he swung the glowing bent poker at the creature's eye stocks. It steps back, standing still like it was in a daze. He swung the poker back at the creature's eyes the creatures didn't even seem to see the iron instrument as it bashed into its eye stocks. It let out a high pitch screech that curdled his blood. He stepped back the sound threatening to break his concentration. The creature back away as it stumbled back the stairs and started wreaking the house. Several others chased after it, the house was filled with a horrible sound. Moments later the creatures scurried past his the staircase carrying parts of the shrimp that he had blinded. He hurried back to the room where the skeleton was while the creatures were distracted.
"If I survive tonight it's going to be a miracle." He pushed the bed up against the door, and floated the dresser onto the bed he knew it didn't matter the creatures had broken down a whole wall of the house. Still he found solace in constructing the barricade. "I can't believe that these creatures live only a day's trot away from the colony. I've got to deal with this, problem, but how? Think egg head. Come on what should I do?" He looked over at the skeleton.
"Wait you weren't killed you were taken somewhere and you escaped." Escutcheon smiled. "So long as these aren't thinking rationalizing creatures then that means that, there creatures of habit which means they'll do the same to me and I can find out where their nest is." He smiled just as the wall behind him was broken through. He turned just in time to see a red claw launch at his chest. He felt the ribs break. He felt his hooves leave the ground and his head hit the wall. Every breath he took felt like his lunges were on fire. Already he really didn't like this plan. The creature grabbed him pulling him up with the claw and headed outside. He didn't black out. Though he teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, He remained lucid. He knew that his life depended on it. He focused on the pain that filled his chest with each breath the sharp stabbing kept him rooted, as the shrimp creature took him into one of the stores that was still standing, carried him by the tail into the basement, and into the cavern beneath. As soon as he got the chance he would take the potion. Every breath lit his lunges on fire. He wished the monster would move quicker take it to where ever it put it's food, but the beast continued at it's pace.
After an indeterminate amount of time felt it release his tail. He fell with a thud to the ground, his body rocked with pain. He didn't even wait for the creature to leave before he reached into his bag. The creature turned and charged at him. "No get away." He panicked as the shrimp grabbed his bag and started pulling he tried to hold onto it with the last bit of his strength until he felt the claw smash into him again. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he fought to maintain some form of consciousness. His bag ripped apart and everything fell to the ground. The creature scurried over to the jerkied gopher and took it to another part of the cave. Escutcheon struggled to one of the jars reality slowly fading away around him.